Sam’s got Annabelle’s phone and is on his way to L.A., and she’s been quiet on the drive out here. I finally pull off the main road and onto the smaller one that winds up the low hills to my property. I’ve been slowly building this place for the last year, and I’m pretty damn proud of it. So when we finally round the bend and see it up ahead, I grin when Annabelle stares at it in awe.
“Oh my God, this is your house?”
“Yep. Or, it will be when it’s done.” It’s a small place, but it’s all clean, modern lines, with a shitload of glass, black iron, and natural wood tones. The design I got from a Marine buddy of mine who went on to become a pretty sought-after architect. I hired some guys to help with the foundation and roof framing, but beyond that, it’s all me. It’s livable and pretty much finished on the outside, but there are a few things to finish out inside.
“It’s gorgeous out here,” Annabelle breathes, looking around at the pastels of the low sun across the rocky desert landscape. We pull up next to the house and I kill the engine. Inside, I bring her bags right into my bedroom. She hesitates at the doorway.
“You can stay in here. I’ll take the couch.” The house is pretty open concept, and the only real rooms are my bedroom, an office, and the half-finished bathroom.
“No, I couldn’t possibly.”
“Sure you could, princess,” I grin. “I’m going to throw some dinner together. You need anything?” I look at her, and every cell in my body replays what happened earlier in the garage, when I kissed her. The whole thing has been pushed to the back burner after all the shit with those mob assholes. But you can be damn sure I’m still playing it over and over in my head.
“A shower would be great.”
I repress the urge to laugh. I already know how this is going to play out with a pampered princess like her. I glance past her, out of the big wall of glass doors that look out over the deck, and I point to the open shower area I’ve set up on one side of it; just a shower head coming out from the side of the house, and a drain in the deck under it. Personally, I prefer to shower out there, even if I did have the one inside working.
Annabelle frowns. “Very funny.”
“It wasn’t a joke. That’s the shower.”
“Outside?”
I shrug, and she stares at me in shock.
“There aren’t any walls!”
“There aren’t any neighbors.”
She looks indignant. “I’m not showering out there.”
“Suit yourself.” I turn to walk into the kitchen to get some dinner going, and she follows.
“Will you go on a hike or something?”
I shake my head. “You’ve got a funny way of showing thanks for some hospitality. And no, I won’t.”
“Please?”
“Sweetheart,” I growl, turning to her. “Like I said before, if I wanted to see you without any clothes on, I’d just tear them off you.” She blushes deeply, but I don’t see scandal in her eyes, I see desire. And damn does it get my cock hard. “I’m not going for a damn hike, but I will give you some space. I’m going to go chop some wood out front. You take your shower.” I’ve got an oil tank and a furnace, but I do like to enjoy a fire in the fire pit on my deck whenever I can. Hence the chopping.
“Thanks,” she mutters quietly.
I leave her to it and head outside with a beer. I grab a beer and the axe and get to work, and soon enough, I hear the sound of the shower spray on the other side of the house. I growl to myself as thoughts of her tempting, curvy little body under the shower spray fill my head and swell my dick. My hands remember the feel of her tits and her ass, and I grunt as I swing the ax through a log. I take a break to peel my sweaty t-shirt off and slug some of my beer. Fantasy images of Annabelle soaping up her tight, perfect ass burn through my head, I grunt as my cock gets harder and harder. I start to swing the ax again, when suddenly I hear her scream.
I bolt on instinct, ax in my clenched hand. I growl like an animal as I dash around to the other side of the house and jump up onto the deck. I fly around the corner and come to a jarring halt when my eyes land on the very naked, dripping wet Annabelle. She’s screaming, oblivious to the way my hungry eyes are soaking her in. She’s got an arm across her tits, but all it’s doing is pushing the up like they’re about to spill over. She’s half-turned, dancing like she’s kicking at something, and I groan as my eyes sweep over her tight, curvy ass.
“Get it! Get it!” She screams. I blink out of my reverie and glance down, only then realizing what she’s going on about. Glossy snakes look like something bad, but they’re totally harmless. That’s what’s squirming around near her feet trying to get out from under the water’s spray. Annabelle shrieks and looks like she’s trying to climb the wall of the house as I step forward. I toss the ax aside and stoop down to pluck the snake up. The little guy wriggles in my grasp before I toss it off the deck into the underbrush. I turn back, and we both freeze.
There’s no snake now. Just her and I staring at each other barely two feet apart. The water streams down over her naked skin and mine, soaking my jeans and dripping down her smooth curves. She trembles as her arms cover herself—one across her tits and one hand cupping her pussy as she crosses her legs. But she’s not running away, and she’s not screaming at me to get away. Actually, when our eyes lock, all I see is the same desire in hers that I know are in mine.
I move towards her, because I know there’s no way I could walk away from her right now. She whimpers, and her eyes grow a little wider.
“Wait…”
“No,” I growl. She moans, and I know she’s mine. I crash into her, and this time when my hands slide over her, there’s only bare skin and temptation. I groan as I grip her hips and pin her to the wall, and Annabelle moans softly as I move in. Our lips press tightly together, and I grunt as I get another taste of her sweet mouth. Her hands drop away to touch my abs, and I can feel her hard-pebbled nipples pressing into my chest. My cock is rock hard in my soaking wet jeans, and it pulses against her bare mound through the denim.
Soft lips open for mine, and her soft skin rubs against mine. Her tits press to my chest, and I drop a hand to grip her ass tightly. She moans into my mouth as my tongue dances with hers, and I push my hand lower. It slides over the swell of her ass, but I don’t stop. I keep pushing lower down between her legs. Annabelle moans as I slide it between her thighs from behind. My fingers find the soft lips of her pussy, and I groan as I stroke her little slit.
Annabelle moans into my kiss as she trembles against me. I stroke her pussy from behind as my cock fights to tear it’s way free of my jeans. I kiss my way down her neck as she gasps and clings to me. My fingers push between her lips and I groan at how damn wet her pussy is. She arches her back and presses herself against me, like she’s putty in my hands. My mouth moves lower, until I’m sucking one of her perfect dusky nipples between my lips and teasing it with my tongue.
She cries out in pleasure, and her fingers drag over my abs. She moans as she explores lower. Her hands shake as they hesitate at the waist of my jeans, but when I nip at her nipple with my teeth, her moan turns to a gasp. Her hands push lower, and she gasps as they slide over the big bulge in my jeans. Her grip tightens on me through the denim, and she furtively strokes my cock.